Its four in the morning, a beer on the shore
Were waiting for glory no waiting for more
Its four in the morning and the streets have our name
This city is ours and this is the game
Its four in the morning and here comes the push
The longing desire, the tickle, the wish
And its four in the morning and the rush wouldnt leave
The rush in your blood that doesnt believe
That we might be wrong
We might be wrong
We might be wrong
Everything doesnt mean anything at all
Ill lend your hunger a quiet release
For all your desires might manage to breathe
And the beating will turn its eyes off your head
And the pressure will turn into walking ahead
Cause we might be wrong
We might be wrong
We might be wrong
And everything doesnt mean anything at all
Its four in the morning, a beer on the shore
Were waiting for glory no waiting for more
And its four in the morning and we still wont go home
Still chasing the dragons but dancing alone